Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

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Chapter One: Does Gou Ka think there's no one left in Southern Qin?!

The Royal Academy has a short break after the midterm exams to help students relieve some stress.

In the past, students would usually go home and spend the short holiday relaxing at home or going out for a short time.

But Nocturne injected new vitality into the Imperial Academy. Since her arrival, she's managed to pull off something special on every holiday, whether it's organizing a competition or a festival. Because of her explosive popularity within the Academy, she usually commands a huge following. Ying Qin Guan felt that even if Nocturne were to one day shout, "The Dean is incompetent and immoral; this position should be occupied by a woman," she would probably succeed.

After the midterm exams, Nocturne lived up to expectations and pulled off another fancy trick.

"Recently, a limited-edition epic skin for a divine general has appeared out of nowhere... Although the world generally assumes that the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin is a man, in reality, no one knows whether he is male or female..."

"I have to admit that the hot company's move has indeed given the woman some ideas. For a long time, people's understanding of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin has been fixed. But in reality, no one really knows what kind of person the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin is. So this time... the woman wants to see what everyone thinks of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin."

"The woman was lucky and drew an epic skin card, which will be the prize for this competition."

"This competition is about 'The Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin in Our Hearts,' but we only accept paintings as the medium of creation. If you have anything to say, you can put it in your painting. Next Wednesday at 7 pm, Ms. Mu and Teacher Mu will be at the 'Song of the Night' Theater to judge the entries and determine the winner based on the scores. We welcome everyone to participate."

[P.S.: Please submit your entries to Room 303, Building F, Arts and Literature Department, and include your pen name.]

—At the entrance of each canteen, there was a wooden board with the above words written on it. Judging from the beautiful handwriting and the self-identification, it should have been written by Nocturne himself.

—However, to be fair, bringing Mu Nandong along might not have been the right choice. Although Mu Nandong is exceptionally talented and learned, and certainly qualified to judge any work,... his words are just too harsh.

However, the Nocturne's appeal was astonishing; countless brave souls submitted their manuscripts, risking a barrage of criticism from Mu Nandong on stage.

Ying Qin Guan quietly crept up to Room 303, Building F, Arts Department, and infiltrated using his unparalleled lightness skill.

—As the person in question, it's not unreasonable for me to see how others draw me, right?

Explaining this in detail is not making things up, and adapting it is not fabricating it. You young people should have martial ethics when you paint.

Ying Qin Guan rubbed his hands together, somewhat excited. He wondered how everyone else had drawn him, but he thought... it should be like this.

1. With a feather fan and silk turban, calmly facing a vast army!

That's right, that's the perfect line of thinking. Everyone's mindset is fixed; they think the Southern Qin swordsman is just a fool who only knows how to fight. But in reality, I'm also a flawless strategist, proficient in the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams, and other things...

Ying Qin Guan's brilliance lies in his ability to deceive himself. In just a few seconds, he genuinely believes himself to be a smart person—in fact, even when giving examples, he can't think of anything else after coming up with the I Ching and Bagua.

Of course, besides this image, it could also be like that...

Second: Dressed in green, with long hair reaching his waist, a playful look in his eyes, he embraces a beauty and holds a golden goblet. His clothes must be a deep V-neck, the kind that shows off his abs. He leans slightly forward and gazes at the thousands of troops with a "let's have some fun" look in his eyes—anyway, the thousands of troops must be there, and there will be plenty of stepping stones!

Ying Qin Guan was quite satisfied, and he even felt that he was exactly like that back then, only without a beauty beside him and without a golden goblet in his hand.

That's one possibility...

Three: Dressed in a tight-fitting black swordsman outfit, wearing a bamboo hat, and with a black Tang sword at his waist, he stood silently before the countless stepping stones.

It also suits my personality perfectly!

Damn, just thinking about it makes me feel so cool.

Ying Qin Guan swallowed hard.

Alright, the time to reveal the answer has come. Let him see how the students of the Imperial Academy view him; it should be similar to what he thinks...

Ying Qin Guan looked over.

Yes, it's pretty much as he imagined.

A female strategist with a feather fan and silk turban, waving a folding fan; a woman in a long robe with long hair flowing down her shoulders, her posture elegant; a woman in a blue dress holding a golden goblet, her eyes playful; and a woman in a black tight-fitting outfit, outlining a cold-faced female swordswoman who is less handsome and more aloof.

Haha, it's pretty much what I imagined!

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"Yeah, right!"

"Why are they all women?! Why the hell are they all women?!"

"Would it kill you to draw them as men?! Would it kill you to fucking die?!"

"Do you guys even understand the Nameless Swordsmen of Southern Qin?! You should apologize to me for this!"

Ying Qin Guan was furious, unable to bear it any longer, and his face turned ashen.

Gouka's resurrection was due to his outstanding performance in a comic book, which allowed him to break through the encirclement.

Yesterday, Gouka dared to release a doujinshi featuring a female character, and today he dares to gender-bending a male character. If this continues, won't he go even further and skip the gender-bending step altogether?!

Ying Qin felt a chill run through his body, fearing that things would reach a point of no return.

He had already come up with a line for his speech.

At first, when Gouka targeted figures from the Age of Gods, I remained silent because I was not from that era. Later, when Gouka extended his reach to ancient times, I still remained silent because I am a modern person. Then, when Gouka began to feminize modern men, I still remained silent because I was not the one being feminized. Finally, when they came after me, no one was left to speak up for me.

"Does Gouka think that there's no one left in Southern Qin?!"

"No, we can't let this unhealthy trend develop!"

"Let's start by purifying the board game environment!"

Ying Qin Guan slammed his hand on the table and stood up aggressively.

He has to stop all of this!

It's burning up!

Ying Qin Guan's mind raced. He knew that stopping the trend of gender-bending was no easy task. But he had already decided to dedicate his limited life to this boundless cause.

To know.

Gouka's attempts to gender-bend male warriors will eventually lead to gender-bending those they can't afford to offend—like Kui.

Kui was furious and destroyed the world in a fit of rage. By all accounts, he was saving the world!

Ying Qin Guan cheered himself up.

But... the question is, what exactly should be done?

Is it a move to target hot companies?

No, no, no, I'm afraid that won't work...

As Ying Qin Guan pondered, he noticed the painting on the table.

This is not something that can be accomplished overnight... It takes time to make everyone understand that the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin is a man, and that this is the true right of the world!

So the first step should start here, at least we can't let the guy who paints himself as a woman win the championship.

Ying Qin Guan quickly flipped through the pages. Damn it... the paintings of women were incredibly well-done, including some erotic images and works that were almost works of art. Conversely, the paintings of men were mostly perfunctory. Ying Qin Guan even saw Fu Fei Han's work among them; he was painting men, but the work could only be described as a primary school student's scribbles...

"Damn it, it seems I can't count on these useless people, but I can't draw myself..."

Ying Qin Guan suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Have it!"

He took a deep breath and decided to begin this protracted war.

The war to protect one's gender has begun!

There's a dog in Chapter Two, I'm off to now.

"You seem to think you're rich, giving away two thousand pounds like that, trying to save face. Now look what's happened, you can't pay the rent. What are you going to do?"

Inside the Yorozuya, Shinshin sat on the sofa, holding a small blackboard with a blank expression.

Yu Xietian, with his hands behind his head, lay back in the boss's chair and said lazily, "The atmosphere was already right, what could I do? Besides, is two thousand pounds expensive for a sword strike from someone like that? When the Sword Saint was short of money, he taught swordsmanship to a certain royal nobleman, and a lesson cost tens of thousands of pounds. Can the Sword Saint be as arrogant as him?"

"That's utter nonsense. They can't even give a proper example. The claim that a Sword Saint's lesson costs tens of thousands of pounds is politically motivated. No lesson in the world can be worth tens of thousands of pounds solely based on its intrinsic value."

"I've noticed you've been really good at arguing lately. Who's the boss here, you or me?"

Shen Xin, expressionless, suddenly jumped up and smashed a blackboard into Yu Xietian's stomach, almost making him vomit up his breakfast.

"I am your father."

"Cough cough...you son of a bitch..." Yu Xietian couldn't take it anymore and slammed his hand on the table. Just as he was about to explode, he met Shen Xin's indifferent gaze and immediately cowered. "You son of a bitch...how's your aunt doing lately?"

Just as Shenxin was about to write something, her face suddenly flushed. She became alert, glancing towards the door while quickly raising the small blackboard.

"There's a dog, I'm outta here."

Then, she skillfully opened the window on one side and jumped out. Shortly after she jumped, there was a knock on the door, and Ying Qin Guan's voice rang out from outside.

"Um... I have a request."

Yu Xietian touched his stomach, which had just been hit hard, sighed, and said, "Let's come in and talk."

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"That's pretty much how it is with the Imperial Court. To be honest, I'm just a bystander, but the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin is a hero of unparalleled skill, a peerless hero. How can he be so easily turned into a female character?" Ying Qin Guan said righteously, "I don't want to let this unhealthy trend of female characterization spread, so I want to commission the Yorozuya to create a painting that can win the competition... It must be a male character."

Ying Qin Guan paused slightly, then said, "And he has to be handsome. Of course, whether the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin is handsome or not has nothing to do with me. I'm just a passerby. I just think that since the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin is so good at fighting, he must be very handsome too. So he has to be handsome. Yeah, that's it."

Yu Xietian felt that if Shen Xin were still alive, he would definitely raise a accusation of "protesting too much"... Even if he didn't dare to raise it, he would at least secretly complain in his heart.

What logical connection is there between being good at fighting and being handsome? If there is any connection, it's definitely me!

Yu Xietian thought to himself, then put on a stern face and said, "This matter... is not easy to do."

Ying Qin Guan asked, "What do you mean?"

"Teacher Ying, don't you know that our Yorozuya is a high-class, mysterious organization that only takes on jobs like saving the world and assassinating enemy leaders? Now you want us to draw? That's going to be difficult."

"You've already opened a Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop), why would you care about these things?"

"It's not that it's impossible, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"You'll have to pay more."

"I have no money."

"That's a pity..."